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Until night fell, Jun Chong had not returned.
I sat alone in the room, while Molin leaned against the window. The silver moonlight poured down, casting a beautiful yet endless sense of loneliness over the night.
Cangling said, "If you wish to go, tonight at midnight on the hotel rooftop, use blood as a guide, and Little Gold will bring you to the Mountain to find me."
Time passed second by second as I stared at my phone screen. I called Lin You several times, but she did not respond. I was unsure of her current situation; my calls were not only to offer comfort but also to discuss what she had said last night.
She had pleaded with me, for the sake of our years of friendship, to never touch the memories of our past lives.
At that time, I had asked her but received no answer. Now, looking back, it was certainly not a coincidence.
Out of so many vacation spots, we had chosen this place. Cangling appeared here at just the right moment, holding the Qilin Hairpin, and Su Yi's memories lingered within this mountain.
From the very beginning, fate had led me to this place.
Even if I was unwilling, there would come a day when the truth would be revealed.
However, even if the path ahead would be more arduous, I still wanted to move forward and walk with my back straight.
Because this might be the only chance I have!
I moved my fingers and sent a text message to Lin You, informing her that I was going to the Mountain in search of memories from our past lives.
" Molin, it's getting chilly. Put on a jacket!"
Molin tossed me a coat that he had placed on a chair. After putting it on, we headed towards the rooftop together.
The weather had begun to turn cool, especially with the night winds growing colder.
I tightened my collar and then extended my hand in front of Molin. Holding a yellow talisman, he chanted an incantation, and with a flick of his wrist, a line of blood appeared on my palm.
The red blood slid across my fair skin; instead of the stark contrast of red against white being glaring, my skin suddenly became translucent, as if flames were burning beneath it, making the flowing blood appear even more vibrant.
I didn't understand why this was happening. My body felt warm but not hot; Blood Flame enveloped me in its warmth.
Before long, a golden light accompanied by a beast's low roar sliced through the sky. The Golden Qilin descended gracefully, clouds rising beneath its feet as it landed with an air of pride. It leaned down towards my injured hand and licked the blood.
Suddenly, I recalled something and said to Molin, "In mythological stories, aren't Qilins supposed to be pure creatures? They can't stand the smell of blood. So why does the Golden Qilin seem to love my blood?"
"The so-called Qilin, even if golden, only has a golden mane; the rest of its body is pure white. But this Golden Qilin is entirely golden from head to toe—something never recorded in ancient texts."
"Initially, the King of Hell said that Jun Chong used this to make me a Betrothal Gift. This shows how significant my place is in his heart. Everything Jun Chong gave me is so precious, yet now I only have the Qilin Hairpin left. No matter what happens, I cannot let the Qilin Hairpin break."
Molin cast an invisibility spell as we climbed onto the back of the Golden Qilin. It soared deep into the mountains. As we ventured further in, I realized that the interior of the mountains was not as lush as it appeared from the outside.
Inside were withered branches everywhere; the ground was barren and lifeless as if scorched by fire, creating a desolate scene.
Golden Qilin moved gracefully, leading us to a hexagonal pavilion where it lowered itself, allowing us to disembark. Inside the pavilion stood Cangling, clad in a pure golden robe that matched the hue of Golden Qilin, yet was not blinding.
Black Long Hair was also touched by that golden sheen, radiating a subtle glow that outshone even the moonlight.
As I stepped inside, I noticed the Hexagram pattern adorning the pavilion, accompanied by blooming lotus flowers, which were the emblem of the Su Family. At the very center of the pavilion lay a crystal coffin, intricately carved with Hexagram and lotus designs, lifelike in their detail.
"You really came," Cangling smiled, pointing at the coffin. "This is the coffin where Su Yi was buried with great honor. You will lie inside it while I retrieve the Guardian Pearl from your heart, allowing you to enter your past life."
"Su Yi's coffin?" I approached the coffin and leaned closer, only to find a beautiful woman’s visage within, still enchanting yet transparent, like a reflection. "Is this Su Yi?"
Cangling was taken aback and chuckled, "You can actually see her?"
I looked at him suspiciously, while Molin beside me also gazed at me in confusion. "There's nothing inside the coffin."
"What does this mean?"
"Perhaps she is calling out to you," Cangling sighed. "After all, you are the only part of her left in this world, and this coffin is her final resting place, containing her purest spiritual energy. So, are you ready? Time is short; once Midnight passes, you must go to the Su Family for a chance. But there are some things I must warn you about."
"What kind of things?"
"I'm not like Hikaki or those from the Su Family, who have their own methods. What I can do is allow you to merge with Su Yi's lingering essence to explore your past life. To put it plainly, it means letting your consciousness witness those bygone events. However, due to fluctuations in spiritual energy, you may merely watch a play or become immersed in someone else's experiences. But remember two important points."
Cangling raised a finger. "Generally, consciousness intrusion does not interfere with past events. But if there happens to be an exception, you must never alter established facts for personal reasons; otherwise, the consequences could be unimaginable. Many lives could be turned upside down because of your seemingly minor change."
I nodded, and he raised a finger. "Second, there is a time limit for this journey."
He flicked his finger, and ten red candles, each as thick as a finger and about twenty to thirty centimeters long, appeared atop the coffin.
"This is the Heavenly Candle, representing the Three Souls and Seven Spirits of a person. You will also have ten red dots appear on your arm. If all the red dots disappear before you wake up, you will never return; your consciousness will be trapped in the past forever. Meanwhile, your body left here will decay, and your soul will vanish."
"I understand."
Cangling smiled and nodded, while the Golden Qilin let out a roar, the moon directly overhead. "Time's up."
I bit my lip and grabbed Molin's hand. " Molin, if you find Jun Chong, please tell him to wait for me. I will definitely come back!"
"Okay, be careful."
After I finished speaking, I stepped into the coffin. As I lay down, I felt a soft warmth like water seep into me from behind. I shivered, and Cangling leaned down, holding a golden thin sheet as he unfastened my clothing.
"Anxin, aren't you afraid that everything I said is a lie, meant to ensure your complete demise?"
I was taken aback for a moment before shaking my head. "Although I've had doubts about you, you are Jun Chong's Sixth Seal. That seal was placed by the King of Hell; even though he has been corrupted by the evil thoughts of the Demon King, deep down he truly loves this brother. I believe he wouldn't use harmful seals against Jun Chong; he only wants him to become stronger. Perhaps my guess is wrong, but there are no absolute good or bad people in this world. Good people can do bad things, and bad people can do good things. I simply follow my heart and choose to believe that you won't harm me."
The cold thin sheet suddenly stopped when it touched my skin. Long bangs fell down to obscure those deep-set eyes, but the corners of their owner's mouth slowly curled into a smile without a word spoken. The pressure in his hands increased; I clenched my fists tightly and furrowed my brow as I caught the scent of blood.
When the Necromancer took away the Guardian Pearl from my heart earlier, I felt nothing at all. So I found it strange why Cangling needed to use a knife to separate it.
"He did this to leave the scent of your blood, so that when you can't return, he can forcibly pull you back."
As pain engulfed my mind and my consciousness blurred, I heard the voice of Molin. Just as his words fell, the grip of Cangling loosened, followed by the sound of something crashing to the ground.
I opened my eyes in astonishment, instantly widening them as I saw Jun Chong leaning over me, just as he had during our first encounter in the coffin—only this time, I was on top and he was below.
"Jun Chong."
Joy gradually approached as he grasped my hand, his figure slowly fading away, leaving only Magnetism's deep voice echoing in my ears.
"I won't let you be alone. Wherever you go, I'll accompany you. Anxin, we will meet again in our past lives."
At that moment, my consciousness completely dissipated. I felt as if I had plunged into the depths of an icy lake, enduring the torment of wind and rain. When my awareness returned, the first sound I heard was a woman's joyful voice.
"It really worked."
I opened my eyes to see a beautiful woman in ancient attire, her striking red dress dazzling. She wore her hair down and looked at me with a bright smile. Her gaze was soft and gentle, filled with uncontainable delight. She wanted to touch me but seemed a bit timid.
"She won't disappear, right?"
"Of course not." The golden robe floated around her, glowing with the light of Hexagram, yet her figure remained unclear. Even her voice sounded somewhat vague. "I went through great effort to bring you a breath of celestial energy; that's what gave her life. Although she is just a shadow, she has thoughts and is your unique companion. Are you happy now?"
"I'm happy." The Red-Clad Maiden laughed joyfully, shyly taking my hand. Her palm felt soft against mine. "She really won't disappear; that's wonderful! I finally have my own companion! Thank you, Master."
"Ayi, your fate is as it is. As your master, I will give you everything I can. Don't think of it as just a shadow; even if you desire more, I will provide it for you. So, Ayi, live well and contribute to the Su Family."
"Ayi understands. I will study diligently and will not tarnish the name of the Su Family."
"A shadow has no soul. Because of that celestial energy, she can barely be considered a spirit now, but she cannot speak and her thoughts are simple, like a newborn child. You must teach her well. If one day she becomes a true spirit, all you need to do is find her a soul, and she will assist you."
"I will remember my master's words."
I opened my mouth but found that no sound would come out.
I looked down; my entire being was enveloped in black—a pitch-black shadow.
Black was all I was. Only in the light could I see myself; once I entered darkness, I could only sense my existence while others could not see me.
I never expected my consciousness to settle into my past self; perhaps this was the best way.
"My name is Su Yi, the Chief Onmyoji of the Su Family. Due to my unfortunate fate, I have never had friends. You are a gift from my master. Although you are merely a part separated from me, from now on we shall be sisters, alright? Let me give you a name!"
I gazed calmly at the Red-Clad Maiden before me. Every smile and frown of hers was so beautiful—lively, cheerful, and full of energy. The pure spiritual power emanating from her made me feel refreshed. I moved my lips but still could not produce any sound.
She tilted her head in thought and seemed to come up with a wonderful name. Excitedly gripping my hand, she said, "Since my master said you are a spirit and I am called Su Yi, then from now on you shall be called Wing Spirit! Although it doesn't sound great, it means you belong to me. As long as I, Su Yi, am here, I will never let anyone bully you."
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